Showing posts with label meaning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meaning. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Thought for The Day - Themes and Ideas




Like the lyrics to a song heard, understanding comes but not right away. In the past, I have called it "scratching" or you might call it doodling, except I do it on canvas and or a large sheet of paper. I sit down, a need to render, to be creative burning. I might begin at the bottom, the middle, sweep a line across from left or right, or vice-a-versa. But it is siting with the process, allowing the message to come through, that gets it for me.

Snippets of the latest series "Canvas" are presented above. I didn't have cloth in mind when I began the first painting, I was simply "scratching." I applied the strokes and gave myself time to develop the image over time. And at some point, I noticed the lines seemed to look like bed sheets or a comforter thrown to one side of the bed. The sense of fabric, twisted, wrinkled and thrown around brings to mind comfort and being wrapped and shielded. But there are always multiple themes and ideas running through any one piece. With that in mind, the second painting, "Canvas, with a swirl" came about.

With this piece, the idea is again, "Canvas," but there is a sense of a stretch of desert landscape. There is always a sense, with bed linens, of space and from the correct view, my imagination pictures an area where bedouins live. There's also a sense of the sky, the space above and beyond the desert.

Just a quick peak into my creative process. Enjoy!

Friday, October 4, 2013

Thought for The Day - The Message in Your Veins

Soul Dance
You think you understand, until another twist appears in the story line. You're knocked off your game, you try to gather your strength, regroup and determine your next move. But this story isn't played out on the big screen or pages in a book; it's your life and its unfolding every minute and with every heartbeat.

But sometimes, the moment is just as baffling as your origin and your purpose. I heard a guy say in a song ("The Lord Made Me for Song" - Chester Baldwin) "some people live their whole lives trying to figure out why they're here. I'm so glad I know God made me for song." If it wasn't so aggravating and I didn't go through major internal anguish, I would be okay with the "unfinished" details of my life! If I could sit comfortably with life as it is, please believe I would, but certain songs get played over and over. I listen to songs, words, stare at the sky, take walks and pray as if I were in a foxhole in World War 1!

Sure, the message is in my veins, but it isn't clear. The purpose for my existence seems as long and complex as the vascular system that snakes from head to toe. In the picture above, on the back of it, there are questions and "what ifs." The owner of that picture might one day look at the back of it and wonder. So do I.